"Boy and father, you seem to be very pessimistic! Laugh, sentimental and easy to get old, alas! Although Momiji was smiling, his heart was also sour. When the flowers bloom, they will be thanked after all, but I don't think I will have too much loss, because it is clear and fragrant, fragrant and far away, haunting and haunting, and will remain in the depths of my soul forever.

"I'm sentimental! I don't give my emotions easily, especially this bet, I poured it all in. Lu Feng's face showed disappointment and pain, and he slowly straightened his body, and that pretty face was getting farther and farther away from her.

"Whoever marries the sentimental you, whoever makes you the wedding dress, who is the happiest ......" Lu Feng looked at Shi's beautiful face with light anger and anger, and the dark red sunset afterglow shone on her skin that deceived frost and snow, adding a little more intoxicating and delicate.

He couldn't help but look stupid, and said sadly: "But no one marries me, it seems that I have to be a bachelor in this life." It's pitiful, it's better not to be too emotional. ”

"Flicking your face, reluctant to say goodbye. On your long hair, there are my silent tears. Hold your cold hand tightly, not daring to look you in the eyes. Why at this moment our time, is just an embarrassing silence. They'll go, I pretend not to understand. Love always forces me to admit my vulnerability......

Singing this song "Once Loved" by Zhang Xinzhe, tears slowly moistened his eyes again. It seems that the road ahead can only go alone and face the wind and rain. ”

Momiji heard him sing a long song, deeply shocked by the lyrics, looking back on the past youth, like an empty and unattainable old dream, waking up unexpectedly in the cold wind of no man's wilderness.

After a long time, Hongye came back to his senses, and tears in his eyes flowed: "Otherwise, I will give you a beacon in the future to illuminate your way forward!"

Momiji's words made him tremble, as if he was about to come back to life, and the hope that was rekindled after a moment gradually faded again, "I'm afraid it's just your hope, can you?" It seems that there is little hope! ”

Lu Feng looked at the withered fallen leaves in a daze, and sighed in a low voice, the farthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow on the same root, but they can't rely on each other in the wind.

"I know there's a nice view up ahead, and you'll love it." Lu Feng led the way in front, passing through the sparse woods, bypassing a hidden mountain road, the eyes of the red leaves suddenly opened up, it turned out to be a small valley, and the cliff was engraved with the four ancient words of 'Wonders of the World', which made people feel that the pen on it was strong and condensed, vigorous as a dragon, precipitating the breath of the years.

A few steps later, the red leaves were pleased to find that the deep turquoise waterhole was like a clear mirror, reflecting the unfathomable sky very serenely. The haggard and lonely face of the red leaves was clearly reflected on the calm and waveless pool, she picked up a handful of blue water, and gently wiped her eyes, so cold and ruthless.

As if the years are like water, the palm of the hand is raised in the water, watching the clear water disappear between the fingers, listening to the whimpering sound in the gap of the passing year, as if the memory is rising and falling in the transformation, and the heart is buried in reality, and the dream is also counting the sadness of tears in the dark night.

Her heart tingled, "Kaede, I'm really sorry, but you should understand my love." You have always been a dream in my heart, a dream without words!

I've always put you in the deepest corners, where no one will see, no one will understand, no one will understand. Your hobby is my pursuit, your charm is my struggle, and your attraction is my waiting......"

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of 'bang', and a small pebble jumped into the pool, and the rapid ripples shattered the reflection in the water, waking her up in her dream.

"Let's go for a while." Lu Feng got up and played the stone chips in his hand fiercely, as if he wanted to pour out the depression in his heart.

I saw that the stone shards quickly swept across the water, scratching through the ripples. My autumn wind, only once in my life, only for your reflection palpitations once, the flood of light and shadow, whispering a word, read into a fateful catastrophe.

"I'll try it too." Momiji leaned down and picked up a piece of stone, and threw it violently, but it only turned on the surface of the water for a moment or two, and suddenly sank into the pool.

The cold sunlight flashes on the waterhole, and the last autumn leaves in the mountain forest still stand proudly on the branches, bright red and emerald green, which are not in harmony, forming a unique autumn scene.

A bleak wind blows, and the branches that are missing leaves make a rustling sound, which will also make people feel a sense of desolation.

Momiji turned around suddenly, turned his face sideways and quietly looked at him, his desolate eyes like water, with a heavy and ethereal breathing sound.

But today is a wordless sorrow, we met too late, my love for you is powerless to shake my stubborn father, my love for you is powerless to avoid him in my reality, and my love for you is even more powerless to control the cruel fate.

But your love is so true, so pure, so intoxicating to me. But after all, I still hurt you, and hurt my life's unrequited concern! I have a deep hurt, a deep pain, a deep love for you; Deep care, deep love, deep guilt. It hurts you the most, and it hurts my heart the most.

Cangshan was silent, silent, and no one could hear the cry in her heart. I don't know when, Hua Hua ran to the stone pavilion not far away, raised his mouth, and beckoned to them: "Big sister, Brother Lu Feng, come here, there is a pavilion here." ”

The stone pavilion is antique, small and exquisite, and stands on the edge of the mountain. Lu Feng drooped his back and sat firmly on the stone board, looking at the vastness of the land in the distance, and his heart was filled with endless confusion and pain.

"The scenery here is good, I'll take a picture of you, Huahua will stand in the middle!" Brother Cheng took the camera and shouted.

Lu Feng stood quietly behind the red leaves, close at hand, and seemed to be far away in the sky, if the wind can really blow sorrow, then put me in the wind, like those seeds that float to the end of the world.

He understands that some love can only be seen from afar. He whispered: "I haven't held hands with you yet, walking through the barren sand dunes, I may learn to cherish it from now on, for a long time." "Maybe I'm too obsessed, even if I know that everything will have an end, but my long-term quest for you is an end.

"With you by my side, I know enough!" The red leaves raised their faces, and their eyes shimmered with brilliance, as if they were more beautiful than the sunset on the horizon. The young heart feels that love is holding hands for a long time, and I held your slender jade hand in the red dust, but I never stayed until the sky and the earth for a long time.

"Me too. Today we walked together on this beautiful mountain road, with soft winds, white clouds, and you by my side. ”

This is a desirable life environment in Xi Murong's "Walking with You", but the ending is so heavy and unbearable: everything is turned to ashes, no matter which way in the world, I can't, walk with you!

The winding stone steps are like a long life, no matter when you go, there will always be an end. Standing on the top of the mountain, Lu Feng slowly took out the disk and gently handed it to Hongye, "This is what I promised you, I spent a lot of time to complete, and now I give it to you." ”

Momiji took the disk he handed over, his eyes filled with indescribable complexity. looked at the boy in front of him in a daze, a little nostalgic and a little reluctant. I don't know what it will be like when I see him again in the future.

At this time, the red sunset slowly set on the sky, and the afterglow sprinkled on the earth, gradually stretching Lu Feng's shadow longer and longer, he turned around, closed his eyes, and said softly: "It's over, let's go down the mountain." With that, he picked up his lone camera, turned around and walked down the hill.

The reds fell in the moment we looked back, paving the mountain road where I came. The figures of the two gradually separated, pulling out a soul-breaking stitch under the crimson sun, like a song singing.